Somehow, Ronin wasn't sure how it happened, she had been elected to show the new ones around Staðr Húsgørð. The Safe House had been founded years ago by hálfraesir, and Loki's children had placed protective spells around it. Anyone with the power to do so was encouraged to add to the spells, and Ronin was no different.
Anyway, back to the younglings. They reminded her of how her life had been. True, her life at the orphanage wasn't the best, but at least monsters didn't try to kill her every frikkin' day.
"Now, your accommodations." Ronin stopped in front of a small collections of buildings. "Ladies on the left, men on the right. No men allowed in the women's houses, and vice versa. Clear?" She raised an eyebrow at the group following her until she heard a chorus of yesses. "That's the end of the tour. Go explore, practice your art, eat, sleep, whatever."

Bryn laughed as she saw Ronin leading the new ones around.
"Hafa gaman Ronin?" Bryn used Norse occasionally, as did everyone. She stood from the table where she was sitting and made it over to where the new recruits are.
"I'm Brynja, one of the healers and someone to talk to, if need be." Bryn said, with a small smile before hesitating on her next words.
"As you settle in here, things are going to be very different from where you are from. Change will be both good and bad but one thing to remember is that your godly parent doesn't determine who you are, and that you shouldn't let them." Bryn said, before putting a smile back on her face.
"With that note, I'm going to go get food, since it is almost dinner time. I hope to talk to you all soon." Bryn smiled before wandering off to find her brother.

"þegja." Ronin grumbled at Bryn's retreating back playfully. "Anyway, you lot, off with you. I've other things to do." She waved and walked away from the younglings in search of her half-siblings.

Rory was sitting underneath a tree, reading a book, his undead guardian by his side. He had learned that his guardian was a warrior of another time, but had not made it into Valhalla. Even if Sigmund - the undead - had not been there, he knew that no one would willingly approach him.

Maccuss shifted his back pack and frowned at the squat cabin that was to be his quarters. Upon further inspection he found that there was full bed and bath and hot water aswell as a quaint garden situated in a corner of his fenced back yard. He threw his things on the bad lazily throwing his clothes into the drawers. Once all of his things had been tucked away he went for a stroll to check out the grounds walking around his hoodie pulled tight against the bone chilling winds.

Sigmund tensed, readying his weapon, and Rory looked up. "Stand down, vinr." He ordered softly. "He's not a threat." He had seen this boy in the group following Ronin earlier, and knew that Loki's daughter would not stand for enemies of any kind to enter Staðr Húsgørð.

What a weird dream that was Asger though when he opened his eyes and squinted at the lights above him. He heard a chuckle followed by what felt like hands on his back propping him up. "Good morning Mr. Asger, how are you?" The lights continued to mess up his vision but he managed to glare through the fog and make out a young man smiling at him. Asger shuffled backwards, promptly falling into the floor. He heard more laughing and turned red before the young man shushed them. "Quiet guys, he just woke up. You guys didn't get nailed by a battleboar now did you? Didn't think so." Asger was very confused but he accepted the outstretched hand that was offered him and stood up, this time his focus coming into clarity.

"Where am I?" He looked around the room which looked like a medical ward of some sort and his 'nurse'? Just sighed.

"Not my place to tell ya mate, Loki's kid is doing a tour for all you new folk. Better get in there before you're late."

Asger opened his mouth to respond only to have his form pushed quite roughly towards the door. He glared behind him but continued walking until he came upon a group standing in the open. He walked along with them listening and trying to pay attention while taking everything in. He was very surprised when those that were still bastards in their eyes were accepted and blessed by their godly parent. When Tyr claimed him a deep pride rushed over the 15 year old's form and he rose with a newfound energy coursing through his veins. At the end of the tour when Ronin dismissed them Asger stayed back near the other Tyrsson and stuck out his hand. "Heya. Name is Asger, guess we're half-brothers huh?"

Einar was breathing hard and losing breath, he'd been running for the past 20 minutes now. He ran fast, faster then he has ever ran before, but no matter how fast he ran those 'things' kept chasing him. What a fantastic way to spend his 15th birthday. All he wanted to do was to go down to the local pizza joint, meet a couple of his friends. Eat, drink soda, and stay up all night playing video games. But on his way down from his house, he noticed something weird. A feeling that he was being followed, so Einar decided he would start running, and sure enough as he started running those 'things' popped out and started to give chase.

Einar ran through every short cut he knew, every alley way, every nook and cranny trying to lose the monsters that were chasing him. He ran for another 5 minutes, before his luck ran out. From all the things Einar could do at that moment, he tripped. He hit the floor hard and skidded . He felt his jeans and skin rip as he glided across the floor. Einar just barely had enough time to roll around and see one of those things mid leap, jumping right towards him. Time seemed to have slowed down in Einar's eyes, his mind racing , his blood pumping. He used what ever time he had too roll out of the way, but it was to late the thing was on top of him. Einar felt the heavy pressure of being pinned down, he couldn't move any of his limbs.

" If any God is listening right now, please for the love of mighty help!" Einar screamed out.

Alda was on her way out of the crew(her 'code name' for the hálfraesir)'s favorite pizza place with a stack of freshly baked pies when she heard the cry from a nearby alley.

" If any God is listening right now, please for the love of mighty help!"

She looked over toward the alley, to the stack of pizza in her arms, and finally up to the sky.

Seriously, Loki? This couldn't have waited until after I got these back home?

She tucked three boxes under each arm and took off into the alley where the scream had come from. In there was... a boy, and a couple of the monsters that seemed to come up every time she had a moment to relax.

And they never come when I've got my bow. Not that it matters, but I really hate having to prove how cool I am.

She set the pizzas down beside her, holding one of them in her hand. She gave a whistle, getting the attention of the monsters... and then sent the pizza spinning into the face of the one on top of Einar.

"Special delivery, bitch. Come at me!"

Brant groaned when he both heard the call and felt it. Since he was the son of Hlín. However when Alda went running with the pizza they just bought, he was pissed.
"Alda, that's my pizza! No, don't...and you threw it." Brant groaned as he set his own stacks down. Unlike Alda he carries weapons, so he drew his swords, tossed one to Alda, and rushed one of the monsters, incidentally the one Alda threw the pizza at.
"That's for my pizza fáviti!" Brant said as a sort of war cry before stabbing it in the neck, slicing it's neck half way off as the monster disintegrated. He turned to the second one, raising an eyebrow as a challenge, looking behind him at Alda.

Alda took the sword with a sigh of relief.

"Brant. I owe you one... plus a pizza. I'll get the kid if you've got the other one."

She knelt down and hoisted Einar's arm over her shoulder, pulling him to his feet as she stood back up.

"Hey. We're getting out of here. Now get on your feet and let's move before that thing gets backup."

Einar couldn't believe what he was seeing. One moment he was down on the floor, praying and readying himself for his death. The next minute, pizza had started flying around him. Then within a blink of an eye, a sword flashed its way though the monster's neck. It gave out a sharp yelp, before it started to disintegrate.

Einar laid on the floor, shock from what had just happened. The pizza throwing girl bent down and picked Einar up , and was quickly placed on his feet.

" Uh, thanks for the help. But, I really don't think we should stay here." And right as Einar finished his sentence, the rest of the monsters pack came rushing towards them.

Einar quickly looked around at what he could find as a weapon, in the corner of his eye he spotted a broken broom handle. I guess it was better then nothing, he picked the broken stick. Glared at the pizza throwing girl and the sword wielding boy, and waited for instructions.

Asger talked with the other Tyrsson for about an hour just to get a general idea of if everyone's story was basically the same, turn 15 and then get almost mauled by monsters. It seemed thus far that, that was in fact the consensus. Asger shrugged and headed for his cabin passing by a white haired boy sitting under a tree with what seemed to be a minion of the Undead, interesting. Upon arrival Asger just sat on his bed and contemplated what this was going to mean for his life. What about his foster parents, wouldn't they be sick with worry? Could he see them, or was he now entirely stuck in this safe house for the rest of his teenage life.

Rory watched people pass by, then returned to his book. Sigmund, as always, was on guard against any threat.

(If you're talking about Rory, Apoalo, his hair is white.)

Sauntering towards the mess hall, Ronin contemplated all the tricks she would play on the newbies. This will be fun. She thought wickedly. Don't you think so, father? As usual, Loki didn't reply, but Ronin still liked talking to him in her head sometimes.

"Alda...go, get him out of here and back to the car. I'll be right behind you and if I'm not get the hell out of here and back to camp." Brant stood in front of both of them, slicing his sword towards any of the monsters that came near. The kid grabbed a weapon so at least he had good instincts, but they needed to run and to run now.

Bryn could feel something wrong. The way her heart stuttered and bile rose up in her throat, it was wrong and it was bad. She couldn't find her brother or Alda anywhere and it was not good.
"Ronin! Where did my brother and Alda go? They're in trouble...bad trouble." Bryn said, grabbing Ronin's arm.
"They need help but I don't know where they are and I'm...I'm not a fighter." Bryn growled, feeling useless. Her brother always said it was for the best, that if they were both in a fight they'd be too worried about each other to actually fight but Bryn hated feeling useless like this. She was the daughter of a warrior, shouldn't see be one as well?

"Alda went to get pizza. I have no clue where Brant is, but I'll find him." Ronin said quickly, using a bit of magic to summon her weapons. That done, she ran off towards her motorcycle, vaulted aboard, and took off towards town.

Alda pushed the new boy back gently as she pointed the sword toward the monster in front of her.

Okay. You've got this. Eyes front, feet planted wide... ready to strike.

The beast leapt forward, jaws wide to tear into Alda's throat... but the moment its feet left the ground, she sprung forward, driving her blade's point into its throat.

One down. Too many left.

She pulled her blade free of the creature's limp body and took a few steps back, readying herself for another strike. She allowed herself a glance to either side, checking on Brant and then the new kid. She decided she'd worry about her housemate first.

"Brant," she called, still backing up with her eyes on the advancing beasts, "there is no way in Helheim that I'm ditching you. Pull back before I have to pull you back myself."

Einar could tell that they were in trouble. The first couple of monsters went down without a problem, but as one was killed two more replaced it. Einar felt useless, his saviours were stabbing and hacking these things left and right, and there he was standing with a glorified stick. He had to think of a way to get out, but no matter where he turned and looked, one of those beasts would be standing in the way of an exit.

' Shit, shit, where to go , where to go!?' Einar's mind was racing all over the place.

That's when Einar noticed one of the creatures starting to make its move. It was moving right towards the pizza throwing girl. There was no time to warn her. The Monster dashed towards her blind side, leaping into the air, its jaw wide open readying itself for the killing strike. That's when Einar made his move. Einar had no control over his body, he felt like it had just moved on its own. Einar held the broken broom with both hands and charged in. The monster was only a couple of inches away from the girl before the end of the broom stick penetrated through the monsters belly. The charging Einar felt the end of the broom stick penetrate through flesh, but he kept pushing until he rammed the creature straight into a brick wall. The monster gave a horrified yelp before it skins started to turn into black ash.

Before Einar could catch his breath, another monster charged straight towards him, with its jaws wide open. Einar placed his hands in front of him catching the creatures jaws. He was in a fight for his life, he knew the moment he relaxed those jaws would shut and take his hands. Then another thought had occurred to him , if these things were following him, did that mean they could have been chasing his mother as well? The thought of those things attacking his mother, and him not being able to do anything sparked something inside of Einar. An anger. A rage. His vision started to blur, the colour around him began to change into crimson red. His body began to shake. His grip tightened on the creatures jaw. He gave out an angry yell before ripping the jaws off the creatures face.

Just after Einar ripped the jaws from a monster, the sound of a motorcycle at high speed could be heard, followed soon by Ronin roaring into the alley and coming to a screeching halt. She dismounted, leaving the motorcycle leaning against a wall, and threw all seven of her knives into seven different monsters in quick succession. Pulling her staff out of its carrier, she entered the melee rather spectacularly, by leaping onto a trash bin and over Alda's head, doing a midair flip, and driving one of the blades on her staff into a monster's skull.
"I think we should have a buddy system when people leave Staðr Húsgørð." She informed Alda casually. "Maybe it would cut down on the amount of people who die trying to be a hero." She turned and slashed at a monster behind her, driving it away for a moment.

"We did have a buddy system...didn't seem to help much." Brant grunted, before he sliced the head off the monster Ronin pushed back.
"How'd you even find us?" He asked Ronin, as he slid his sword into one of the monsters, causing it to disintegrate like the others.
"We need to go, now. Alda, take the kid and run. We will follow you, there's not enough to cause both of us a problem." Brant tried to order again.

"Bryn said you guys were in trouble, and the last place I knew Alda was going was the pizza place." Ronin took down another monster with two deft blows and a stab. "Just got lucky, I guess. Oh, and Brant?" She nodded towards Einar. "I think the kid can take care of himself." That said, she hit another monster over the head and returned to the buddy system idea. "Maybe we should only go out in trios. D'you think that would work better?"